History, if thoroughly comprehended, furnishes something of the experience which a man would acquire who should be a contemporary of all ages and a fellow citizen of all peoples.

Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.

We distrust our heart too much, and our head not enough.

Nothing vivifies, and nothing kills, like the emotions.

I look at what I have not and think myself unhappy; others look at what I have and think me happy.

Everything that is exquisite hides itself.

We are more conscious that a person is in the wrong when the wrong concerns ourselves.